Verse 1
You left your brushes by the window
Where the light still knows your name
The canvas stretches, white and waiting
But the artist never came
Chorus
For the silent voice that painted sunrise
On the walls of our ordinary lives
Your art remains though you have gone
In every color, you live on
Verse 2
They found your journal in the closet
Pages full of worlds unseen
Every sketch a conversation
With the beautiful in-between
Chorus
For the silent voice that painted sunrise
On the walls of our ordinary lives
Your art remains though you have gone
In every color, you live on
Bridge
(Spoken over gentle fingerpicking)
We don’t lose the ones who create
We just learn to see them
In different shapes of light
Final Verse
So I hang your paintings in my hallway
And I read your words at night
For the silent voice still echoes
In everything that’s bright